How We Percieve

We all have that special some one who makes your heart skip a beat, who defies all your logic, who you wish could be by your side at every step of your life. Life feels worth living,  A single lifetime feels short with that person around . And suddenly , the feeling dawns u , there she stands at your doorstep, ready to leave and never look back again. And you feel no matter how tight you hold on, she's slipping away. That feeling of denial when you are unable to fathom the fact of being alone again, that life is not worth living. When u sit alone and think how every memory of the person rips your heart apart and brings tears to your eyes and you cannot stop thinking of the person what so ever.

  Then time flies and hope persists, the hope that someday the person will return to you, someday you can hold her hand and just hold her forever . The hope turns to faith and you start believing in it all the more. To the outside world you seem fine, but who wud ever know the turbulence inside u, who wud know the unbearable pain pressing down on you, making it hard for you to even breathe, but also not to forget smiling to feign your pain. What happened to that silver lining to every black cloud? What happened to living life everyday like nothing mattered? It all so incredulous !? And then you think, has life given you anything but tears? Then one day you wanna let go coz your faith is dwindling, but you cant fool the heart….coz he holds the faith intact and refuses to let go. 

Then one fine day you sit back and smile on what u had, what you always wanted and what you never got… It all starts making sense to you, no matter how hard you try , somethings are meant to be, the rest fall in place if they have to. You get what you put in and people get what they deserve ( Courtesy: Only God Knows Why-Kid Rock) . The silver lining to your dark cloud makes it way to you. This is when you stop trying and start accepting. Sure the heart moans out to you, wanting what It always wanted, but now you convince yourself that you can never have it. You hold on to every last bit of memory that salvages, like a sweet drug you cannot do without, reminding you of that person every night you sleep, every morning you rise. Then you finally realize, the story is not a part of your life, Its your life which is a part of the story, like an ink blot on a paper, which makes no sense to the paper, but always has a greater significance that lasts forever….